In My Mind

In my mind
that most powerful of sexual organs
we who have never touched intimately
make love
under the canopy with its beads catching
the sunlight pouring through the windows
I feel
that tension slowly building in your limbs
can hear the way your breathing changes
my mouth
tastes the salt springing up on your skin
and the musk of your arousal tantalizes
my nose
fine hairs rise and your skin pebbles
under hands seeking your sensitivity
I hope
when orgasm takes you by the throat
and makes you cry out I can meet
your release